For a psychiatrist to put a child on Ritalin is an indication of his incompetence. What incompetence? He can't see the little one's Soul – because he can't his own.
Something very strange happened to me today. I was in the middle of meditating when I suddenly realized I'd meditated about two hours previously – and had completely forgotten. I wonder Who concluded I needed to
A haiku is triggered by a sudden perception: a frog jumping, a child playing, a sparrow in the nose of a Buddha statue. My photographs, too, are initiated by a sudden new vision. So, in a
The non-believer daren't believe until he Knows his mother's love.
He sits all alone in freezing rain for us all, this great stone Buddha. -- Issa (trans. Sam Hamill)* Through the rain, this tree my Buddha. * The Spring of My Life and Selected Haiku:
Look around at the paintings in the museum and ask yourself: Why were they created? Why do they exist? May they answer your Basic Question: Why was I created? Why do I exist?
In the room where I paint there are three Chinese gongshi, scholars' rocks, as a tribute and a remembrance to my Chinese painting guides, members of the literati, the scholar-painters. It is as if I am
Verlaine counseled Debussy that “nothing is more precious than half-light in which the undefined and the precise meet … What we want is nuance not colour – the nuance that weds the dream to dream.” Yes,
Issa wrote that it does not matter what you say to a dead tree. Of course, not what you say, but Where it comes from. And, having photographed – that is to say, intimately related to
Give up the world of suffering! Come, come to your Muse of Love. I will help you along the way with instances of Beauty. with apologies to Issa (trans. Sam Hamill)
